[hider=The Butler] [center][color=Chocolate]Christian Korb[/color][/center] [center][img]http://www.samhuntington.com/images/2013/01/sam_fb1.jpeg[/img][/center] [color=chocolate][center]”Will there be anything else?” “Already finished, sir.”[/center][/color] [hr][hr] [center][img]http://31.media.tumblr.com/1d064127bfee8980abbb244447d605e6/tumblr_inline_mhs5lsAmlJ1qz4rgp.gif[/img][/center] [hr][hr] [color=chocolate][h3][center]The Basics[/center][/h3][/color] [color=chocolate]Name[/color] [indent]Christian Jacob Korb[/indent] [color=chocolate]Nicknames[/color] [indent]"Butler, Snob, OCD" and the like are more, derogetory names, otherwise he prefers Master Korb or Christian "[/indent] [color=chocolate]Birthday[/color] [indent]April 4th 1994[/indent] [color=chocolate]Age[/color] [indent]21[/indent] [color=chocolate]Gender[/color] [indent]Male[/indent] [color=chocolate]Sexuality[/color] [indent]Straight[/indent] [color=chocolate]Appearance[/color] [indent]Standing a solid 5'10, Mr. Korb does his best to look good, he was raised learning how to do so. His dress style is very classy, with outfits planned days in advance and only using dull greys, tans, and blacks to dress up in. Almost every article of clothing he wears has a button somewhere on it, and his clothes are always free from wrinkles.[/indent] [hr][hr] [center][img]http://38.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m19hc1sy0w1qeeain.gif[/img][/center] [hr][hr] [color=chocolate][center][h3]Skills[/h3][/center][/color] [color=chocolate]Skills[/color] [indent][list][*]Former Servant- knows how sorcerer high society works Near perfect balance- Years of being forced to carry glasses of wine up and down stairs makes you good at balancing objects in hand, as well as yourself Weaponization- Given his past, he’s decent at turning mundane objects into useful weapons, it just takes good technique. Can read a body like a book - years of having to guess what his master wanted, Christian and all the other butlers and servents learned to read body language better than english and adapt to the situation Stealth- Don’t wanna wake up the master late at night when planning a rebellion Good under pressure- If he were pure carbon, Christian would probably be a diamond by now. Efficient- Christian knows how to use the least amount of effort for the maximum result, applies to fighting as well. [/list][/indent] [hr][hr] [center][img]http://media.tumblr.com/8e143ad173bf532ae55c35a9754dfc91/tumblr_inline_mhs5mvMsAO1qz4rgp.gif[/img][/center] [hr][hr] [color=chocolate][center][h3]Digging Deeper[/h3][/center][/color] [color=chocolate]Likes[/color] [indent][list][*]- Steak - Potatoes - ..Food in general really - Keeping his space clean - Rap/rapping/rhyming - Sleep - The rain [/list][/indent] [color=chocolate]Dislikes[/color] [indent][list][*]- The rich Cleaning up someone else’s mess Cooking Tedious orders Mentalists Laziness Dirt [/list][/indent] [color=chocolate]Habits[/color] [indent][list][*]- Obsessively clean, be it himself, his clothes or his living space Mouthing songs/whispering songs, rarely singing/rapping audibly Memorizing the schedule’s of any sorcerer he is around enough [/list][/indent] [color=chocolate]Hobbies[/color] [indent][list][*]- Rapping/writing raps/singing/writing songs Day dreaming/giving stories to people he doesn’t know Collecting rings [/list][/indent] [color=chocolate]Fears[/color] [indent][list][*]- Mentalists Getting his old job back His own inadequacy in comparison to the sorcerers [/list][/indent] [color=chocolate]Personality[/color] [indent]Christian would love to say his need for everything to be tidy was due to OCD, but sadly it’s a case of trauma related to the unclean. His obedience is comparible to a dog, even when after her escaped his former master, it’s an old habit that will likely never die. He literally lives to serve others, but when he isn’t doing that his mind run wild, creating worlds, songs, stories, characters and everything else intangible. He can often be found cleaning his weapons, his room, his clothes and everything under the sun without being asked, and if asked would resent the asker, but begrudgingly take on the task. Other than that he seems to be fairly nihilistic, but in a good sense. Nothing matters, so just keep on living because it’s better than not. He doesn’t take criticism harshly and and simply treats others the way they treat him.[/indent] [color=chocolate]History[/color] [indent]Almost a butler at birth, Christian began his training to be a servant as soon as he could walk and talk. He was “assigned”, a fancy way to say shipped off, away from his family, never even knowing his parents’ names or if he had siblings. All he knew was that he lived to serve a mentalist named “Master Thaume” along with several other servants, such as chefs and maids. Master Thaume was a rich man, but not in politics, he made his money on the buying and selling of servants he trained in his own home, Christian being lucky enough to be one of the ‘half decent’ members of his training group got the ‘privilege’ to stay and work for him. The next few years of his life from ages 12 (when he finished training) to age 20 were hell. He was up at 5AM and wouldn’t be in bed until midnight every day of the week. His time was spent making schedules for his master, preparing daily checklists for the other servants, chefs and maids, even doing some of their work himself. He made friends, but he couldn’t get to close without his master finding out. When this happened, accidents would befall the less favorable servant in a pair. It kept the servants distant from one another and severed any communications within the mansion between the humans who easily outnumbered the two sorcerers. To make matters worse, Christian was also in charge of punishment, having to beat and whip his coworkers while under the mentalists’ control, because Master Thaume couldn’t get his hands dirty. That put him in an even more distant place than the other servants All that finally stopped when Christian and two of the maids heard about the Griffons the first time. He was bringing food out to Master Thaume and his wife while the maids cleaned the room when a news story showed the queen killing off four members of a rebel group, and it inspired him. He served the food and hatched a plan after he was well away from the man who could read his mind. Over the next few days his checklists for the other servants were very odd, but not Master Thaume never read the servants daily chores and trusted Christian to handle it. This was a mistake, the chefs began losing knives, the maids misplacing fire pokers and umbrellas, the gardeners leaving tools out of the shed. Over the next week the entire mansion had a secret communication through their schedules, complaints to Christian were code for preparations being finished, compliments to Master Thaume were more audible to the other servants, usually describing what he was doing that day and how proud they were to work for him. The planning and scheming came to an end when Christian lead Master Thaume to his room, insisting he take a well deserved nap only for the mentalist to find his vision going foggy. A mixture of cleaning fluid and spices dulled his cognition, and a quick hook of the ankles with a fire poker knocked him onto the ground where a maid had just mopped. Thaume was dead within minutes as two of the maids had beat his head over and over with broomsticks. His wife suffered a worse fate, she was outside enjoying a walk by the garden while the gardeners were at work. Technomancers don’t have very much control over shears and axes. Most of the servants went to the griffons, finding work in the various outposts but Christian was determined to be of more help, he went to the front lines with a wish to end the tyranny of the Sorcerer’s most profitable occupation. The slavery of humans was to come to an end, and he wanted to be there to see it happen.[/indent] [hr][hr] [center][img]http://38.media.tumblr.com/1e96e3478140513bcf47cf6eb5312882/tumblr_inline_n3qlilKAOT1qeeain.gif[/img][/center] [hr][hr] [color=chocolate][center][h3]Other Stuff[/h3][/center][/color] [color=chocolate]Theme Song[/color] [indent][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E0aAfXp9WAU]The Loser Wins - Atmospher[/url] [sub]I ain't the only one that walked away Look around, everybody gone today You all alone with your empty chest So bury the bones with any regrets and keep those skeletons piled in stacks [/sub][/indent] [/hider]